Thank you so much to those who reviewed and liked the first chapter. These are just simple and silly, but I'm so glad some people liked it.
Black Butler is still not mine, of course.
4. Incompetent
Ciel was determined. He could do this. If he could solve mysteries, run a company, and maintain his studies all at once, he could most definitely button a stupid shirt. Sebastian was downstairs preparing breakfast, and Ciel was going to dress himself before Sebastian returned. He was sick of being treated like a stupid little child who could not dress himself.
The blue-haired child's clumsy little fingers fumbled with the buttons on his white collared shirt, trying, but always failing. He just could not get it! Why was this so complicated?
Angrily, he moved on to his trousers. What the hell?! Those had buttons on them too! Whose bright idea was that?
Ciel couldn't even tie his eye patch on himself. He didn't know how to tie a bow. He didn't even know how to tie a simple knot, he realized. How much he missed out on always being a future Earl and having someone always waiting on him! He didn't even know how to tie his shoes or button a shirt. Someone was always there to do so for him.
A soft knock sounded on the bedroom door, and Sebastian entered with a cart filled with trays and a silver teapot.
"Oh, I see we're eager to be getting ready today," the demon chuckled. "Though I think you're missing a few steps, young master."
Ciel blushed in chagrin as Sebastian stared at his young lord, standing beside the large dresser, an open shirt hanging off his shoulders, his trousers unbuttoned and falling off, and his feet shoved haphazardly into the wrong shoes. "I'm not incompetent," Ciel pouted. "I can do it… except for the buttons. And ties." His pout grew more severe and he stared down at his untied shoes, looking dejected.
"Allow me to aid you, young master?" Sebastian appeared beside the boy, smiling. Ciel, in turn only frowned more.
"No!" he cried, his cheeks coloring with childish irritation. "I have to learn to do this by myself eventually. I am not a stupid little kid!"
Sebastian wanted to scoff at the hypocrisy. His young little charge was pouting and nearing tears of frustration. His rosy red cheeks, still round with childhood and wide, watery blue eyes only made him look as childish as could be. But instead of laughing, something compelled Sebastian to kneel beside the boy and offer, "Would you like me to teach you how to do it, my lord?"
Ciel nodded, almost smiling—but not quite. But almost was good enough. Sebastian removed one of the shoes from Ciel's foot and held it up for the little master to see. "Okay. First you cross the laces like this…"
And that is my very OOC Ciel. I like to think that if the real Ciel Phantomhive knew what I was turning him into, he would eat me alive. Hah.
This isn't so much of a drabble as a little one-shot. It's not as short as the others, and that's why it's only one this chapter.
More to come, if people want it! Until next time, lovely people!